G#m And I've been drifting off on knowledge G#m Cat-calls on cat-walks G#m Man these women getting solemn G#m I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander G#m We took a flight at midnight G#m And now my mind can't help but wander G#m 'How come? ' G#m Spoon-fed pluralized eyes G#m To find the beaches in the forest G#m When I'm looking off the edge G#m I preach my gut it can't help G#m But ignore it G#m I'm climbing up the walls G#m Cuz all the shit I hear is boring G#m All the shit I do is boring G#m All these record labels boring G#m I don't trust these record labels I'm touring G#m All these people on the planet G#m Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive G#m All the people on the planet G#m Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive D#m G#m How come? G#m What goes up, ghost around D#m Goes around around around around G#m What goes up, ghost around D#m Ghost around around around around D#m Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und D#m Soul not for sale Probably won't make no money off this Oh well Reap what you sow Perfection is so... Mm